It Starts With One

All of Me

***I would encourage listening to the above soundtrack (Midnight Seduction) while reading. Please enjoy!***

***NSFW CONTENT***

His breath on my skin and how it made everything tingle sent shivers down my spine. His lips gently grazing every inch of space he could find as he made his journey lower down my body, unbuttoning my blouse slowly, one button at a time.

He kept his mouth on my skin, nibbling, licking and kissing downward, his free hand caressing my breasts through my bra. He then lifted his chin with a smile, undoing the last button, urging me to prop myself up to remove it. I obliged, slipping my arms out of the sleeves and letting the blouse drop to the floor. He gazed at me a moment, seeming to take it all in. I'd never been looked at like that; like I was an object of worship.

He sighed heavy, resting his face to my chest, in between my breasts. He breathed in deep and I arch my back as I pull him in, his strong arms wrapping around me. I can feel his desire as his hands slide up my back to my shoulders, pulling me down to his face again to kiss me deeply. As his lips dance with mine, we slowly bring ourselves to sit up and he unzips his jeans, easing out of the legs one at a time. He pauses a moment, having trouble getting one foot free. He screws up his face, his teeth gritted and grunting with effort to kick off the pant leg. With no luck, he rolls his eyes and uses his hand to pull it off with a gruff groan, throwing his jeans violently to the floor. I can't help but chuckle. He looks back to me, a smile gracing his face, chuckling with me. His eyes drift along my body again, my eyes doing the same.

His sculpted thighs move to straddle me as he undoes my jeans with both hands. He hooks a finger on a belt loop on both sides and tugs down, pulling them off with ease as I lift my legs. He tosses them carelessly behind him, his fingers now tracing up and down my smooth legs that I've rested on either side of him.
Finally, he lifts his shirt up off over his head, bunching it up and tossing it. He looks around at the clothes on the floor around the large room, then to me, "We'll, uh... we'll clean this up later." He says with a carefree grin. I smiled as my eyes wander all over him, from his shoulders and chest to his arms, everything about him was sculpted beautifully. I found my eyes eventually drifting down to his boxers which, very clearly, were revealing his excitement. My head fell back and I let out a breath, realizing what was going to happen really was about to happen. I was still struggling to believe, but I took it all in.

His eyes looked deep into mine as he kissed me, laying me back down, his hulking frame over me again. His hands gently guided mine to rest above my head, his fingers tracing the skin of my palms. He took his time, like he was absorbing me into him. His fingers traced my flesh from my hands, down my arms as he kissed my lips, devouring them as if they were drenched in honey. When his hands reached my breasts, he gripped them gently, but I could feel his muscles tighten as he breathed in. His face leaning in to plant his lips on my chest again, he kissed down in between my breasts, his breath getting heavier. I relax into him as he comes up for a moment to hungrily kiss me, his right hand moving to my bra latch on my back. He carefully yet expertly undid all three latches with ease, slipping it over my head and brushing it off of the bed.
His eyes drift to my exposed breasts for a moment and he drinks me in, pressing my body to his chest as I'm enveloped in his kiss again.

I'm lost in his touch and lips as I'm having to remember to breathe. His lips are a soft and inviting magic, and I'm giving into his spells. His natural scent mixed with his cologne was so captivating. He was easing out of his boxers as his free hand caressed my skin to my waist. I felt a haze in the air, the atmosphere getting heavier. The low lighting making me feel relaxed and calm, the warm glow bouncing off of the handsome undertones of his skin, accentuating every little detail of his frame. He moved his thighs between my legs, lifting me with his arms by the waist up to rest my head up at the head of the bed. "Are you relaxed...?" He asked in a hushed, sultry voice, his face gentle. I nodded, my expression the picture of bliss. He smiled as he scooted down, resting on his stomach, his shoulders between my thighs. One of his hands gripped and rubbed my thigh gently, the muscles and veins in his hands flexing. He nibbled at my opposite thigh playfully, planting soft kisses here and there. I bit my lip, rolling my eyes at the sensations. I can feel his hair softly tickle my skin as he moves his head between my legs down to my panties. My chest rises and falls heavily as his teeth softly bite onto the top of the fabric and he pulls down, his finger hooked into one side. He sits up a moment to sling shot them across the room, quickly returning to his place with eagerness.